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The Conqueror’s Wife
Category: Historical
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
A knock at the door changed everything.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.